Jianghu people are like this, they will always consider in the direction that is most beneficial to themselves, even if they still trust you a moment ago, once they encounter something unfavorable to themselves, they will soon turn their faces on the spot.

After I glanced at Lao Qiao twice, I couldn't help but shake my head: "If you don't believe it, forget it!" ”

Just when I wanted to turn around, Lao Qiao suddenly shouted: "Mr. Wu go slowly, my old Qiao believes you!" I'll leave my life to you. ”

I suddenly turned around, but the blood impermanence sneered: "Since you believe him, then you can toss slowly!" No matter what you do, the gates of hell will not strike. ”

After Bloody Impermanence finished speaking, the people with the Hell Gate packed up their things and moved far aside. Gu Piaoran's men and horses quickly walked over to the place where the Hell Gate was camped, and gave up our tent alone. Of course, Gu Piaoran's attitude is self-evident.

They were ready to isolate us.

I watched silently as they moved away from the camp, but I heard Tong Xiaoyao say, "Leisurely, why don't you pack your things, Mr. Gu and they are all going to go away." ”

Su Youran shook his head and said, "I believe in Mr. Wu, let's stay." ”

"You trust him?" Tong Xiaoyao's eyes widened, "Why do you believe him?" ”

"Just by what he promised. If you're scared, go with them! Su Youran didn't wait for Tong Xiaoyao to say anything more, and walked over to me, "Mr. Wu, you don't mind if we stay, right?" ”

I was slightly surprised and said, "With me, you will be in danger." ”

Su Youran shook his head and said, "I don't think so." I trust my instincts. ”

"Alright then!" I really can't figure out why Su Youran wants to stay, but I can't turn people away at this time.

We set up our tents very quickly. I asked Ye Shen to look at a few other people, and I went to the distance with Lao Qiao to start a fire. Old Joe took out the wine from his bag and poured two sips: "It's almost time, right?" ”

"Almost." I know what Old Joe meant. Legend has it that the official government kills people at three o'clock in the afternoon, but the criminal leader kills people at three o'clock in the afternoon, when the yin qi is the heaviest, which is conducive to the cultivation of the criminal leader.

The more time passed, the calmer Old Joe became, as if he was not afraid when the time came.

I looked at Lao Qiao and said, "Why aren't you afraid at this time?" ”

Lao Qiao smiled bitterly: "My two nephews can't do it, no one is watching, they can make people cheat to death." If I'm gone, they'll be washing their hands too. Now that I've entrusted them to the brim, what's there to be afraid of? ”

Lao Qiao turned his head to look around, and then lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Wu, I can see that you have a chivalrous spirit in your bones. But it's so easy for you to lose! We have ghosts in this team. ”

In Northeast dialect, the meaning of "ghost" and "ghost" is different. The word ghost has a childish sound, which means that someone is secretly making trouble.

I pretended to be puzzled and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Lao Qiao saw that no one was paying attention nearby before he said: "Half of my skills in this door are in my ears, and I can hear whether there are zombies down there through the layer of soil." Before we got off the boat, someone was talking to Tong Xiaoyao's stupid girl, you know? ”

I also lowered my voice and said, "Can you tell who it is?" ”

Old Qiao whispered: "I can't hear clearly, and that person's voice can move, and he is always running around." ”

Teleport?

The cultivation of martial arts masters can transmit sound through the air when they reach a certain level, and in order to prevent the other party from discovering their location, the voice from the other party will often be erratic and flickering. Old Joe said that the man's voice would run, which is probably what it meant.

Lao Qiao continued: "That voice appeared on a total of three people, one was Su Youran, one was the sea hook surnamed Chen, and the other was the stuffy gourd in black over there. ”

The stuffy gourd that Old Joe said had never spoken since he got on the boat, and he had always kept himself in a black cloak, and I had never seen his true face, and I couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman. According to Gu Piaoran's introduction, he should be a mechanic.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Old Joe said again: "I didn't hear whose movement it was, but I can be sure that the person who spoke must be a woman." ”

Woman?

There are only two women in the entire team at present, one is Su Youran, and the other is Tong Xiaoyao. As for the mechanic, judging from the way he walked, he didn't look like a woman.

Could it be that the person who transmitted the voice to Tong Xiaoyao at that time was really Su Youran? In that case, the reason why she suddenly wanted to stay is somewhat intriguing.

As he was about to speak, there was a sudden sound of chains hitting the reef near the shore, and a bloody wind swept from the sea towards the camp. The bonfire in front of us swelled three feet in an instant, and the tip of the flame that rushed into the sky turned a terrible green in an instant, and the space near the fire was covered with a layer of green light under the light of the flames.

The flames soar and the tips turn green, which are signs of ghosts.

"It's really here!" The wine bottle in Lao Qiao's hand fell to the ground and shattered, but the originally clear and translucent wine became red as blood and fishy in the moment it was splashed.

Seeing that turning wine into blood was a great omen, Lao Qiao's face turned extremely white: "Wu ...... Mr. Wu, I'll go first, take care! ”

When Lao Qiao was about to stand up and walk to the open space, he was dragged back by me: "Don't move, it's not necessarily you who die." ”

"What?" Old Joe was both surprised and delighted, and I whispered, "Don't speak, see who dies." ”

As I spoke, the sound of chains hitting the reef began to come wave after wave, at first there was a chain in only one direction, and after a short time, the sound of the chain suddenly rose from three sides, and at first glance it sounded like hundreds of people were pounding rhythmically around the island with iron locks in their hands.

Lao Qiao couldn't help it, and asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Wu, what's going on?" ”

I said in a deep voice, "The ghost is knocking on the prison door. You're so scared that you think you can't die with me here. Don't stand up and be the first bird, or you'll die. ”

Ancient prisons had their own set of rules, many of which may sound strange today, and knocking on the door was one of them.

Knocking on the prison door is also called a guillotine stick. Legend has it that before each execution, a jailer led the way, and two to four jailers with iron rods followed the back and knocked on the doors along the way, one to remind the prisoners that "they are going to kill", and the other was to deter the prisoners from "not making trouble".

There is another way to knock on the prison door, and that is to find someone to die in your place.

In ancient times, the warden did not necessarily know what the prisoner to be beheaded looked like, which provided people with the opportunity to find a prisoner to die in their place. How to replace a death row inmate is one thing, and who to replace is another.

When the jailer was looking for someone to die in the prison camp, he would also knock on the prison door, but instead of knocking as he walked, he would stand at the door and keep knocking on the wooden fence of the prison. This kind of thing may not be a big deal, but in that kind of environment, it can cause unbearable psychological pressure on the prisoner, and once a prisoner can't bear the pressure and shouts or simply stands up and begs for mercy, then he will definitely be pushed out to die in lieu of death.

In the eyes of the jailer, the one who can stand up when he knocks on the door is the one who is about to die. It is not known whether this statement comes from the magic path or whether the jailer deliberately created an excuse for psychological comfort for himself.

Now the sound of chains on the seashore is endless, isn't it just knocking on the prison door?

It didn't take long for the sound of percussions to become more frequent and urgent, and at first glance it sounded like iron locks were constantly pounding against the shore instead of seawater. Old Joe, who was beside me, almost shrunk himself into a ball, desperately gritting his teeth to keep himself from making a sound, for fear that the ghost would come to the door.

I knew that the other party was knocking on the prison door, but I couldn't help but become more and more annoyed, and the palm hanging next to me touched the hilt of the rakshasa again and again, and I wanted to stand up immediately and kill all the ghosts on the beach.

Just when I was about to lose control of my emotions, Tong Xiaoyao suddenly covered her head and screamed: "Don't knock, it's annoying, stop it!" ”

Not good!

I was startled when I heard the sound of the seaside iron rope suddenly stopped, and after only a moment, the sound of chains mopping the floor converged into a torrent and rushed towards the tent where Ye Ember and the others were.

Just as I was about to get up, a roar suddenly came from the direction of the Hell Gate: "What are you doing with the surname Joe?" Still hands-on? ”

The man's roar was like a signal to the ghost, and the iron rope that had been rushing towards Ye Ember suddenly turned around and rushed towards the hell gate.

When I turned back, I saw a warlock from the Hell Gate standing up at some point and rushing to the edge of the camp. The roar came from his mouth, but after the man finished shouting, he stood motionless as if he was stupid.

A moment later, a group of ghosts dressed in red and dressed as servants suddenly appeared out of thin air, and two of them shook the chains on their hands, and went straight to the man's neck, instantly knocking the man to the ground and dragging him towards the island.

The group of officials was about to pass by the Hell Gate camp in the direction of travel, and the blood impermanence watched them take people away, and immediately led his men to pounce in the direction of the ghosts.

The first few warlocks did not dare to come up directly and engage the ghosts, but scattered spirit runes from a few meters away. When the spirit runes blessed by the internal force were sprinkled on the ghosts like a rain of flowers in the sky, several officials standing behind suddenly turned around, lined up shoulder to shoulder, grabbed an iron rod from behind and held it in the air, and knocked it forward without looking.

More than a dozen iron rods were obviously still a certain distance away from the Heavenly Spirit Runes, but the air currents brought up by the sticks were like a storm of snow, pushing countless spirit runes to roll back in the direction of the Hell Gate.